The Rant

Please stop reading now if you have the slightest feeling that this rant is about you. You have been warned.

I don't read your mind so don't expect me to. I wouldn't know when you'd swap the subject and object in your sentence and expect me to understand.

I don't like playing around with words that mean essentially the same thing which you intentionally emphasized the difference as a catch.

That's one thing I hate about lawyers too.

I don't like playing mind games in general.

It's not that I didn't like your job, I didn't like you complaining nonstop about your two jobs while I was struggling to find even one.

I don't like your sarcasm.

I don't like being stereotyped, especially when I am completely unfit to that stereotype.

Your intelligence? You are the one who basically tells me that bacteria would grow on detergent.

I don't like it when you say I was blatantly lying while I was telling the truth.

I don't like it when you decided I wouldn't like something before I had a chance to tell you. And I was somehow pushed to the opposite side ever since.

I don't like being locked in your house for a whole day with your PS3. I wanted to use the computer and I even brought my resume with me thinking that I could have done some job hunting while you're away at work.

It's true that I don't like making plans, but there are times that I did but you didn't like it which made me even more reluctant to.

I made myself OK with all those and you're still telling me I didn't love you enough.